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The Gardner

I quite like this song by the Tallest Man on Earth. I normally don’t analyze songs like this, but the lyrics intrigued me so much and I listened to it so many times it just happened. I decided it is a song about paranoia, murder, and how that’s just what you gotta do sometimes.

Lyrics My interpretation
I sense a runner in the garden A new guy is in the picture, very close (garden = backyard)
Although my judgments known to fail Admits from the start he’s prone to bad judgement
Once built a steamboat in a meadow He does crazy shit sometimes
‘Cause I’d forgotten how to sail And rationalizes it easily
I know the runner’s going to tell you Paranoia creeps in
There ain’t no cowboy in my hair This new guy is going to sabotage him
So now he’s buried by the daisies MURDER
So I could stay the tallest man in your eyes, babe Problem solved…
I sense a spy up in the chimney Immediately, new guy in the picture again
From all the evidence I’ve burned Paranoia creeps in
I guess he’ll read it in the smoke now A bit of guilt
And soon to ashes I’ll return Could be the end of him
I know the spy is going to tell you Paranoia
It’s not my flag up in the pole Sabatoge
So now he’s buried by the lilies MURDER
So I could stay forever more in your eyes, babe Problem solved…
I sense a leak inside my phone now Worst paranoia of all: “big brother”
From all the lies I have told Some awareness he is flawed…
I know he has your private number But still very paranoid
And soon he’ll make that vicious call Sabatoge
I know the leak is going to tell you Paranoia
There ain’t now puppy in your leash Sabatoge
So now he’ll fertilize the roses MURDER
So I could stay the king you see in your eyes, babe Problem solved…
And now we’re dancing through the garden Happiness has returned
And what a garden I have made Awareness of past activities
And now that death will grow my jasmine
I find it soothing I’m afraid He’s proud of it
Now there is no need for suspicion Interesting double-play on suspicion. Who should be suspicious, him or her?
There ain’t no frog kissing your hand No intruders left
I won’t be lying when I tell you Confidence
That I’m a gardner I’m a man in your eyes, babe I guess sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do

The La Blogotheque video is pretty awesome too: